Cold Today. Cold and windy…making it chillier. I remembered the multicolored leaves of a few weeks ago as I looked at the bare branches. It felt like 14 degrees. Arthritis rheumatism and all the other isms are felt in the bitter wind.

Driving over to Polar Whip for cheap cheeseburgers I thought of Christmas gone by. Christmas has a pervasive feeling. The celebration of what has come before…the anticipation of what is next. Understanding that you are in the midst of your story.

Great Christmas memories are forming. Tara coming to see us before Thanksgiving. Christmas gifts from Marcy and Brock.

Two Black Friday trips to Paducah, Kentucky. The second was with Jennifer where we had fun at a Cigar Bar.

Christmas brings the mysterious peculiar impression that you have been there before. The look of the sky…the emotions of the moment…feeling of Home and Place. Looking for the Perfect Christmas when you are living in the Snow Globe now.

We seek the joys of Next. Seeking the perfect when the good better and best is all around us. A trap it is…a snare…to compare with others’ experiences when ours are so rich…